Back then, in the battle at Cloud Mountain, Cangjian had bullied the weak with the strong, crushing him with his might. Today, with his injuries still unhealed, Cangjian faced Chen Ping'an in a Battle to the Death as a one-armed man.
One loss, one debt—the cycle of cause and effect had come to this.
Chen Ping'an's expression was calm, his saber-light radiant, wild thunder roaring.
In an instant, the whole world rumbled and shook, killing intent without end.
"Cangjian has made his move!"
"Lingguang Sword Intent!"
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Inside Northern Mountain Pass, all the Celestials were visibly moved, staring at the distant rumbling and trembling.
Cangjian, in this battle, was far from his prime, but the combat power he erupted with in that instant still carried something of the bearing he had possessed back then.
For a one-armed swordsman who had lost the hand that held his sword, a Martial Dao Celestial whose wounds had not yet recovered, this kind of situation was already an utterly inconceivable level.
"This Cangjian really hid himself deep."
Far away in midair, the short, plump Daoist from Green Wood Sect looked in surprise at the sword intent and sword-light on the distant horizon.
"I'm afraid there'll be a real fight."
Jiang Ruotong's expression was clear and serene, like a hibiscus blooming from pure water; her limpid, autumn-bright eyes fixed intently on the distant scene.
Though both of them were fully focused on the field, the restraining pressure they exerted did not slacken in the slightest, firmly locking onto Gu Yue Qianfang not far away.
Seeing the scene before his eyes, Gu Yue Qianfang seethed inwardly, anger showing on his face, hoping Cangjian could do as he wished.
"An ordinary Second Realm."
Hou Xibai stood above the Town Pacification Office, narrowing his eyes slightly.
At this